Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 66: Addicted

Scarlett Shaw: "Feeling refreshed."

Julian Ford nodded: "That’s good."

He pulled back the covers and got out of bed, without a hint of ambiguity, leaving Scarlett’s originally blushing face to turn back to pale red.

Julian caught sight of it and said, "I told you, these days when you’re sick, I won’t touch you."

Scarlett thought to herself, the credibility of your words is in the negative.

Her emotions were written all over her eyes. Julian turned her face towards him, "Still angry?"

Scarlett shook her head.

Julian: "Speak."

Scarlett touched her nose, "It’s true I’m not angry anymore. After all, you took care of me all night last night. But I can’t have amnesia, with such a broad mind, occasionally mentioning it just for fun, you wouldn’t mind it, right?"

Julian glanced at her twice and turned into the bathroom.

That attitude still counted as tacit approval.

Scarlett got out of bed and went to another bathroom. While brushing her teeth, bits and pieces of last night’s memory started to return, and she seemed to recall Julian saying something ambiguous.

What was it?

Scarlett furrowed her brows, desperately trying to remember.

Coming out of the bathroom, Scarlett walked into the kitchen, recalling Julian’s breakfast preferences from the past and made breakfast.

Julian came out of the bedroom, pulled the dining chair, and as he sat down, Scarlett handed him the freshly brewed coffee.

Julian glanced at her unexpectedly, his hand clasping the handle as he took a light sip.

"Not bad."

Her understanding of his tastes was becoming increasingly familiar; many details didn’t need to be explicitly mentioned and were effortlessly handled.

"As long as you like it."

Scarlett’s eyes curved gently with a sincere smile.

Julian’s grip on the cup tightened slightly, his expression calm, seemingly indifferent.

Scarlett: "Thank you for last night."

Julian was straightforward, speaking in a faint voice, "You indeed need to thank me. Taking care of you was demanding."

"If you hadn’t messed around the night before, I wouldn’t have had a fever," Scarlett said. "I haven’t been sick for years. The last time I had a fever was back in middle school, when I accidentally got caught in a storm."

Julian gave her a subtle glance, "Was it accidental, or just too foolish to be deceived?"

Scarlett paused for a moment.

Julian finished his coffee, the cup landing on the table with a crisp sound.

Scarlett regained her composure and smiled, "I’ll pour you another cup."

Julian’s finger brushed the rim of the cup, as if casually saying, "Who was determined yesterday to want to break things off with me, mastering Sichuan opera overnight, learning to change faces?"

"..."

She wanted to, but you didn’t agree, even threatened and intimidated, and she’s still working.

She can’t always keep a long face.

That would be unprofessional.

Scarlett sat down beside Julian and spoke, "President Ford, last night my mind was a bit foggy from the fever, did you say something to me?"

Julian glanced at her, "Is it important?"

"Of course it’s important."

Scarlett rested her chin in her hand, looking at him.

"You’re the boss. Your words are worth a fortune. Naturally, I don’t want to miss a thing."

Julian: "Even when your mind is clear, the words I say to you, you never seem to listen."

"..."

Scarlett sighed.

Trying to get some information out of him is harder than reaching the sky.

She thought for a moment and directly asked, "Did you mention something about the past...?"

Julian, calm as water, "Do I have a past with you?"

Scarlett was about to say no.

Suddenly, she thought of something and said, "Back in middle school, I used to hang out with Ryan. Why didn’t I see you back then? Or did I actually meet you?"

Julian lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

His eyes were deep like ink.

Scarlett inexplicably held her breath.

Julian’s lips curved slightly, his expression ambiguous, with a hint of sarcasm, "I didn’t expect you and Ryan to have such a past."

"..."

Scarlett felt like she was dancing on the edge of Julian’s minefield, silently shutting her mouth.

Thinking she probably overthought it.

If she really had met Julian before and forgot, with his meticulous vindictive temperament, he couldn’t possibly let it slide.

After breakfast, Scarlett prepared to head out and take the subway to the company.

Julian stopped her, "Wait for Aaron Carson."

Scarlett hesitated, "President Ford, wouldn’t it be too ostentatious to ride in your car?"

If seen by the company, two already ambiguous people would become even more so.

Julian couldn’t care less.

Ten minutes later, Aaron Carson arrived at the Cloud Mansion, driving his own car.

Julian glanced at Scarlett and said to Aaron, "Take her to the company."

After speaking, he stepped into his private garage, the Bentley soon smoothly pulling out and speeding away.

Scarlett was surprised to watch the departing Bentley tail.

It felt like Julian was somehow different than before.

Aaron received Julian’s message early in the morning telling him to drive his car to the Cloud Mansion, which had seemed odd, but seeing Scarlett now, he immediately understood.

Once inside the car, he asked, "Made up with President Ford?"

The word ’made up’ sounded odd.

Not quite fitting her relationship with Julian.

Scarlett, freshly recovered, feeling refreshed, flatteringly said, "President Ford is generous, not holding grudges."

Aaron was amazed, "You’re so quick to surrender. A couple of days ago you were all calling President Ford by name, being all arrogant and reckless. Today you’re all submissive, not at all unfamiliar."

"I’m just being pragmatic; President Ford already gave me a way out, I can’t keep being aloof," Scarlett said. "Besides, social relationships are bound to have conflicts and disputes. With them resolved, it’s all smoke and mirrors, just fluff."

"..."

Aaron had seen many people who could adapt.

But Scarlett’s way, was truly a first.

If she were spineless, she dared to go toe-to-toe with Julian, with the boss himself running over to coax her.

If she were tough, her ability to defer and act humble was second nature, smooth as a fish.

Aaron thought over many things during the drive.

Without enduring extensive social hardships, there’s absolutely no way to cultivate such a skill.

Especially since Scarlett is young and independent for years, surely realizing that a stubborn spirit won’t fill the stomach and often, to live better in the future, there’s no suffering or grievance she can’t endure.

The car stopped in the company’s underground parking lot.

They both got out and walked into the elevator hall.

Aaron’s mind was turning, and seeing no one around, he finally couldn’t help but ask, from Scarlett’s perspective:

"Scarlett, have you ever had any feelings for President Ford?"

Scarlett was stunned for a moment, surprised, "Rhonda, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"I’m worried about you."

Aaron’s expression was serious, like someone trying to sell screen protectors under a bridge.

Scarlett laughed, "Worried about what?"

"Getting lost in President Ford, unable to pull yourself out."

Aaron always pursued logic and evidence in words and actions, so his comments weren’t just casual musings.

Observers see more clearly.

Words can lie, but the way Scarlett looked at Julian contained subtle cues that careful observation could detect.

Aaron didn’t know whether Julian had noticed, nor did he know if Scarlett had noticed.

But at this moment, regardless of noticing or being aware, as long as nothing is said, it’s akin to ignoring it all.

"Even if I were lost, so what?"

Scarlett replied calmly.

Aaron hadn’t expected her to be so candid, momentarily stunned.

Scarlett pondered for a moment and said, "If such a day really comes like you said, then I’ll accept it. No obstacle in life is unsurmountable, it’s just a matter of being sad for a while. I’ve survived the hardest days, why would I be afraid of enduring hardships in love?"

Aaron, hearing this, his frozen expression relaxed, smiling, "It’s best if you think this way."

Just worried about getting trapped deep inside, never coming out.

The elevator reached the basement level, Scarlett and Aaron stepped inside.

The door closed just seconds before Julian appeared at the doorway, hands in his trousers pockets, calmly walking in.